DOYLE, PART II
| Ed. Note. Continued from Doyle, Part One: The lounge was empty and the front exit was engulfed in flames. He headed through the girls’ undressing room looking for another way out. He was five feet from the back exit when something heavy and blunt hit him in the back of the head and his screen went blank…
Doyle awoke outside the smoldering Fantasy Lounge to the sight of the hot Asian girl from the local news interviewing the fireman who had saved the degenerate from the burning strip joint. The fireman was Tony Durrance, draped in strippers and smug as ever. Doyle lept up. After 13 years between rounds it was on again live and in color on the Friday noon news. “Cock block!” Doyle shrieked. He charged his Italian nemesis as parking-lot dust trailed off his corduroy pants and vintage ‘82 Van Halen tour jersey. In Doyle’s dazed state clarity set in as if he was tripping on mushrooms or LSD again. A conclusion some might find delusional, he found quite obvious. To draw a piece of bleach-blond stripper ass, Durrance had knocked him out with a heavy blunt object and heroically carried him out of the burning building. This required retribution. Doyle jumped on Durrance’s back and clawed at his eyes and throat. |
